I
may as well admit, I suppose, that Angus has been going the pace
pretty lively since we graduated. I don't object to a little flyer
now and then, myself, but I guess I'm not up to his class yet. But
that doesn't make any difference. The slumming party never came
off."
"How?" prompted Garrick again.
"Angus and I had a very good dinner at the Mephistopheles--they
have a great cabaret there--and by and by the fellows began to
drop in to join us. When I went out to look for the car, which I
was going to drive myself, it was gone."
"Where did you leave it?" asked McBirney, as if bringing out the
evidence.
"In the parking space half a block below the restaurant. A
chauffeur standing near the curb told me that a man in a cap and
goggles--"
"Another amateur detective," cut in McBirney parenthetically.
"--had come out of the restaurant, or seemed to do so, had spun
the engine, climbed in, and rode off--just like that!"
"What did you do then?" asked Garrick. "Did you fellows go
anywhere?"
"Oh, Forbes wanted to play the wheel, and went around to a place
on Forty-eighth Street.
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